It was a little dreary the day we left, with rain threatening in the distance… but we made good time and actually arrived too early to check into our resort.
What to do. What to do…
Who am I kidding?
It was margarita time.
So we found a chicken themed bar…
And settled in for lunch. Liquid and otherwise…
It was a funky place…
Basically a converted farmhouse with lots of quirky little rooms.
And though they don’t look wonderful….
The homemade chicken croquettes were to die for.
Bellies full, we headed out.
Fall color was intermittent during this trip. Some places gorgeous, others past peak.
We got to Newry, still too early to check in… so we explored.
Found a covered bridge….
Built in 1872…
And enjoyed the views.
It was peaceful…
And smelled like autumn.
For those not familiar…
That means fresh air, apples, a hint of wood smoke, and dry crackling leaves.
Nectar of the Gods.
Down the road a ways, we had a laugh.
We followed the sign, but found neither hole nor Frenchman.
But we did pass a camp….
With the perfect name.
That says it all.
I love the country!
I’m so freaking jealous that you have all that beauty withing driving distance! I need to get my Texas butt up there and see all this for myself! That covered bridge, beautifully haunting….like the one in Sleepy Hallow…lol.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Some places are just quintessentially New England. And in the fall? Even more so…
LikeLiked by 2 people
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a great area…. and a perfect time of year to visit!
LikeLiked by 2 people
I KNOW!! Next year!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love it! Even if there is a french manhole around there somewhere.
LikeLiked by 1 person
We’ll never know.
And how sad is that?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Best camp/cabin name ever! The peaceful quiet of the scenes, the colors, the covered bridge, all beautiful.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks. We like it over that way. And the camp? That tickled me. No bitching allowed!
LikeLike
Beautiful photos. I like your selfie on the bridge. How do you remember to take pics when you’re traveling? I usually forget my phone has a camera in it so don’t even think to snap a photo.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I always have my phone, or a camera… and I’m always taking pictures. I think it started when I was 15 and my dad died. After he was gone, I realized I had no photos of us together, other than a few baby shots. I always regretted that and must have unconsciously sworn to myself it would never happen again. Of course…now there’s blogging and FB posting and sharing the fun. It’s kind of addicting. And I figure when I’m old and grey and too decrepit to move? I can relive the experiences through photos.
😊
LikeLike
“quirky rooms”–oh, oh–might give your hubby some ideas for the barn!!
“What to do. What to do…” Drink & eat–always!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always.
Great minds think alike…
😉
LikeLike
Autumn smells like a mix of decay and hope. That’s why it’s my favorite season…
LikeLike
I love old bridges! That one’s magnificent! I notice that it’s barricaded. So if you can’t drive across it, is there a new bridge? What a cool place to throw a shindig! Mona
LikeLiked by 2 people
Yes, there was a little overpass to the left. Most towns don’t want to pay the upkeep on old bridges and closing them to traffic is the best way to preserve them…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ahh, I love the pictures, making me homesick.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, hang on….. you’re going to be sick for a long time.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love New England in the fall . . . rocky streams . . . crackling leaves . . . adult beverages by the fire . . . and campy camp names!
LikeLiked by 1 person
As do I…
LikeLiked by 1 person
It looks so peaceful and serene. I would love to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life and just breathe in some country air. Living vicariously through you River!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Happy to oblige. Breathe deep…
😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful pictures. I love the inside of the Roadhouse. And, the covered bridges. this is perfect.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Aww, shucks. Glad you liked it…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great views! Beautiful photos!
Love a covered bridge.
Camp name is clever.
I haven’t made chicken croquettes in a hundred years. I shall do that soon, as your post has inspired me.
LikeLiked by 1 person
They’re old fashioned but I’ve always loved them…
LikeLiked by 1 person